The Seduction

spring

I know the moment it begins, having been down this path far too many times.

And yet, like always, I hope this time it will end differently.

It starts with a gentle hint ~ a whispered promise followed by an unexpected touch and a slow inviting caress.  I am certain it’s an empty promise, but perhaps, maybe, this time, things will be different. 

As always, I tilt my head upward, waiting for the warm touch on my face, feeling the same warmth spread throughout my body while both remembering the last time and hopeful that this time, the promise may last just a while longer.

Like always, the touch is impossible to ignore and I know full well that I am being seduced, but the air is lighter, sweeter and my mind begins to spin at the promise of things to come.

All to quickly, it seems, I am looking for signs that it’s more than just a fling, and sure enough, even nature has bowed to your siren call…a bud here, a leaf there and the warm promise of spring is in full swing. The creeks slow to a gentle trickle while dark grey skies give way to soft blue hues and an occasional wisp of a cloud.

Hard as I might try to resist you, I know it’s useless. February has seduced me once again into believing that winter is gone and spring has finally arrived.

I do want to believe. Heavy coats get tucked back into the closets, sweaters folded away, windows are flung open and fresh mild breezes sweep out both the dust and heaviness of winter.

The cat ventures outside, more cautious than I, squinting at the unfamiliar sun before arching his back and stretching out in the warmth to nap once again.

Neighbors are out, playing golf in shorts and short sleeve shirts that were found buried in dressers, laughing at the rustiness of their game while calling to one another as though they haven’t seen others in far too many months. Walkers stroll with heads held high and arms swinging, no longer wrapped in layers of protective clothing and hunched over against the chilling winds and rains. And they notice, smiling, the soft green of spring’s new growth.

Ah, February.  I know you’re just a siren call, a con artist at best.  Just as soon as I get use to your warm embrace, my limbs limber without being confined by layers of clothes or winter’s stiffness, you’ll smile your seductive smile one more time before vanishing into the chill of yet another winter storm.

 

 

 

The Tesla Sewing Machine

sew machI’ve finished sewing what seemed like thousands of cut, ironed and starched pieces of fabric together into nine blocks for my Century Quilt and am now starting on the trim. 

My seven year old, entry level, little sewing machine that cost $100 and has never seen reverse, until now, has done a more than admirable job. 

I’m very proud of my little machine that chugs along with the refrain, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…

But, as the piecing is nearing completion and the quilting on the cusp of beginning, I am well aware that the next step may be far beyond the capabilities of my little sewing machine.

With that in mind, I ventured down the hill and into the valley in search of a more appropriate sewing machine that could handle simple quilting.  The shops that sell sewing machines also sell vacuum cleaners, although I have no idea what that connection is. 

I walked into the nearest Sewing Machine and Vacuum Cleaner Shop and straight into a display of what can only be described as the Tesla Model of Sewing Machines.

The price tag was well in excess of 13,000 dollars.  I think that was more than we paid for having our two kids, buying our first three or four cars combined, and much more than I’d ever consider paying for a sewing machine.

I choked and momentarily considered bolting out the door and racing back up the hill. 

Instead, I took a couple of very deep breaths and proceeded up and down the aisles.  $10,000, $5,000, $4,000, $8,000 — holy mackerel, I couldn’t find even a used machine for under $1,000.  It all got very discouraging, very quickly.

The clerk approached with a warm smile and invited me to try out a lower-mid level machine at $2,500 but was on sale for somewhere around $1,000.  I was still in sticker-shock at the prices.

I sat in front of the $2,500 on sale for $1,000 model that almost resembled a sewing machine. It had 3,252 stitch options, which was 3,250 more than I’d ever use. It also had a computer that was far complicated than my MacBook Pro and could keep track of my two favorite stitches should I ever want it to do so.

Good Grief.

It took about two minutes to realize that this machine was more like driving a car while using a computer than using a sewing machine.  There was something that resembled an old stick shift that you nudged with your knee and it did something dramatic, but I forget now what it actually did. It also went at speeds that rivaled race cars even though most people run it at a much lower speed. 

I didn’t ask if there were speed limits posted with this machine, but I was beginning to wonder if I were test driving a car or sewing machine.

I explained that I just wanted a next level up sewing machine from my entry level little sewing machine that is chugging along so I can do the quilting.  Not interested in much else; I know my limits. But the warm and friendly clerk was adamant that I would grow to love my new machine that could handle basic quilting in addition to 3,250 more stitches, and that I would grow to embrace all the domestic features it offered.

The sewing machine didn’t iron or cook, so I knew it was not going to be something that would be going home with me, especially if I had to pay $1,000 for 3,250 stitches that I would never use, even if there was a computer to monitor the two stitches I would use.

I left, very disappointed and not really sure the direction I was going to take, except that I was not going to take on a huge debt to make one quilt, maybe more, if I survive this one.

I started to consider my options which was pretty much limited to hand quilting and problematic given I can’t sew a straight line, much less sew even stitches.

Fortunately, my Sister Jane called a few days later.  Jane is an excellent quilter, although she says it’s primarily a winter activity.  I can understand that.

Jane cut right to the chase.

You need a new sewing machine.  Yours is too small.

Do you know how much they cost?  Of course she did.

Don’t buy one.  You can have my old one. It’s a step or two up from yours and you can figure out if you want to continue quilting in the meantime.  I just have to find it; it’s buried somewhere in the garage.

Finding the machine may take a while, but that’s just fine. I can wait. I can cut and stitch tons more ironed and starched fabric for multiple quilts while I’m waiting.  There’s absolutely no hurry.

Bless our Sisters for they do take care of us.

And, thank you, Sis!

 

A Friday Surprise!

versatileWhat a surprise last Friday morning to open my email and find that I had been nominated for The Versatile Blogger Award by Lisa over at lisapomerantzster.com who writes a wonderfully delightful blog about her Mrs. and two daughters, Big and Little.

Thank you, Thank you, Lisa!

Then, I found there are rules, and as some of you know, I’ve never met a rule I didn’t want to break.

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link up to their blog.  That’s easy!
  • Nominate at least 15 bloggers of my choice, including links to each one so you, my lovely readers can see what I am talking about! (When thinking about The Versatile Blogger, one must keep in mind writing style, technique, uniqueness of  subject matter and the level of love that exudes from the words on their pages)
  • Share seven facts about yourself

So, not wanting to disappoint Lisa or the Versatiles, I will do my best:

In not any particular order other than alpha and not fifteen (see paragraph 3), but unique sites I definitely do enjoy in addition to Lisa’s.  I hope you will visit them because these include some pretty darn talented artists, photographers and writers from around the world:

Seven facts, give or take (see paragraph 3), about me:

  • I am a Scorpio which may not mean anything other than when people think they have me figured out, sooner or later they find out they don’t;
  • I am evidently professionally challenged, or seriously ADD, having had a variety of careers in widely different arenas;
  • And, I am finally, sort of, figuring out retirement after being, sort of, retired for nine years, and that includes writing this blog.

Again, a great big Thank You to Lisa!!!